Martial arts ascend to the gods

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The Duke's gaze swept over the badge, glanced at Zhou Leng, and without turning his head, looked at Aiden with the other side.

"Mad Prince Aiden? Tell me about it."

Aiden was surprised that the Duke of the Four Faces called him by name so readily. He felt a mix of pride and worry, and honestly replied, "We were the second group to enter here. When we came in..."

After Aiden finished recounting his experiences, the Duke of Four looked at Zhou Leng.

"So you're Zhou Leng, the little genius of humanity? Tell me about everything you've seen since you came in."

Zhou Leng's heart skipped a beat. This Duke of the Four Sides even recognized him. He truly deserved to be called a battlefield commander, not missing any useful information.

Zhou Leng recounted everything that had happened and stated his judgment: the Ancient Heart of Life belonged to the Grandmasters, and he had no intention of interfering.

The other demon masters smiled, quite pleased with Zhou Leng's answer.

Duke Four Faces pondered for a moment, then slowly said, "I think I understand. You are all very clever."

The Duke of Four Faces lowered his head in thought, his back to the mural of the Mother Tree, lost in contemplation.

General Rust Iron said, "Put down all your storage equipment and then leave."

Everyone froze in place, including some of the demons.

General Rust Iron sneered, "What, don't you understand?"

Everyone was still hesitating.

The Duke of Four Faces, however, paid no attention to the behavior of his subordinates.

The giant insect knight beside him, covered in bright blood-red armor, suddenly charged forward, creating a white shockwave around him.

boom!
Stop suddenly.

A terrifying white shockwave struck the three tree-men, causing their bodies to explode into splinters that flew everywhere.

The giant insect knight didn't even use his lance.

Everyone wore expressions of despair.

Some people either took off their magic bags or poured out their own items from their storage talents.

Zhou Leng gritted his teeth, his heart filled with resentment.

The space box and the magic bag contain most of the family fortune.

Whether it's a conch shell, a fossilized ancient tree, or other treasures, they are all extremely valuable.

If we lose it like this, it's like losing half our lives.

But there was no other choice.

As long as there is a senior like Shu, I still have a chance to make a comeback.

Zhou Leng reached for the Demon Spirit Bag, and a demon warlock smiled and said, "My lords, we are here on orders and belong to the Demon Prison, so there's no need for that, is there?"

General Rusty Iron lightly stomped on the ground, and a clod of dirt flew up. He kicked it out, and the dirt actually clumped together.

boom.

The dirt flew out like stones at supersonic speed and hit the demon warlock in the face.

The demon warlock's head exploded, and his body fell to the ground.

“All of them,” General Rust Iron said lazily.

Everyone sighed deeply; they had been too greedy.

Even if you left ten minutes earlier, you wouldn't have ended up losing everything.

Suddenly, a vibration was heard from one of the passageways.

"There is a powerful life force here," the treant's voice echoed from within the passage.

The forest tribes present looked delighted.

"It's Elder of the Lush Scepter." Lush Root was overjoyed, but still dared not move, fearing that the Demon Grandmaster would make an example of him.

Four grandmasters emerged from a passageway.

Three tree-men and one night leopard.

The lush roots hurriedly used their underground roots to send a message.

Maosheng Scepter turned its head to look over, nodded slightly, and glanced at Zhou Leng again.

The demons frowned. Normally, four forest masters wouldn't be much, but here, the life force was strong, and the treants' strength far exceeded that of ordinary people.

Maosheng Scepter beckoned a branch to Zhou Leng and the others, saying, "Come here and tell me what happened."

Zhou Leng removed the Ice and Snow Cult badge and led his men over.

The Duke of Four Faces remained unconcerned, continuing his contemplation, while the other four Demon Masters frowned but said nothing.

The Lush Scepter didn't even bother with the Lush Roots first, but instead greeted Zhou Leng: "You haven't seen me before, but I have seen you, Friend of Tree Man."

"I have seen the venerable, flourishing scepter."

The Duke of Four glanced at Zhou Leng and the flourishing scepter from one side.

The other demon masters immediately understood that the Lush Scepter was a declaration that the Treant race would protect this human.

The demon masters glanced at Zhou Leng, some making a mental note, others remaining indifferent.

The giant bear druid behind Zhou Leng found it increasingly strange that this human actually knew the treant elder.

Zhou Leng recounted what had happened.

“Well done,” praised the lush scepter.

The Flourishing Roots said, "Elder, we are preparing to leave this place. Are we going the same way as you?"

The lush scepter said, "We came to investigate the ancient heart of life, and we must do everything in our power to seize it. We may not be able to attend to you."

"Then we're doomed, we're all going to die here," Flourishing Roots muttered to himself.

The four tree-man masters hesitated and discussed in hushed tones.

Suddenly, a white figure flashed in, its bright light drawing everyone's attention.

The blasphemous mummy returned, covered in wounds, its left arm missing.

He rushed toward the Four-Sided Duke and said, “Lord Four-Sided Duke, a giant eagle druid stole my Ancient Heart of Life. The second time I saw him, he was already lost and injured. Now, I don’t know who has the Ancient Heart of Life.”

"Was the light emanating from you caused by one of those traps?"

With a dark expression, Xie Dangzhichen said, "Anyone who sees me should kill me. I wish to follow you."

The Four Corners nodded slightly, and the Dust of Defilement breathed a sigh of relief and walked to General Rust Iron's side.

The Rusty Iron General recognized the Defiled Dust, and the two Demon Masters chatted and laughed.

The Dust of Desecration had already suffered heavy losses, and upon hearing that General Rust Iron wanted to plunder the treasures of others, he immediately stood up and looked at the innate beings present.

"Hand it over, then get out!"

After he finished speaking, the black mummies behind him floated and extended, like living snakes, pointing at everyone present.

Aiden and the others cursed and resented in their hearts, silently taking off their magic bags and placing them at their feet.

“Ignore them, let’s go. Tree people, follow me,” said the Lush Scepter.

The nearby tree people hurriedly followed.

The Dust of Defilement glanced at the Treants, then exchanged glances with the other Demon Grandmasters. Except for the Four Corners, who were still pondering, the other Grandmasters were eager to try.

Although the Tree Masters are strong here, their numbers give them a greater chance of winning.

Just as Zhou Leng and the others were about to leave, suddenly, a Grandmaster Black Dragon flew in from a passage, rushed into the hall, and suddenly coughed up blood, fell to the ground, and rolled a few times.

He exudes a vibrant life force.

"Life is ancient and pure!"

The six demon masters exchanged a glance and charged straight ahead.

The four grandmasters from the Tree Man's side also rushed over.

boom……

On the earth, dense thickets of thorns sprouted, resembling small fortresses, surrounding the black dragon.

"kill!"

"kill!"

A battle between two grandmasters.

"Hurry, something bad is about to happen!" Zhou Leng whispered.

The group hurriedly walked towards the passage.

"Who's touching my spoils?" A chilling voice echoed from the ground, sending shivers down one's spine.

Everyone's muscles stiffened; a terrifying force halted their steps.

Zhou Leng looked in the direction the voice came from; it sounded familiar.

A blue-skinned, red-haired mixed-race siren walked into the palace hall.

He didn't run, he didn't rely on luck, he just walked forward, like a sea of ​​blood advancing.

He looked much thinner than before, his body was covered with wounds that were difficult to heal, and there was even a hole as thick as an arm through his abdomen, but no one thought he was weak.

Its momentum is vast and magnificent, like a fire burning within, surpassing even the past.

Both the demons and the treants slowly retreated.

The two masters looked at each other, but saw no intention of joining forces in each other's eyes.

The thorns surrounding the Black Dragon Master retreated underground.

Upon closer examination, the wound appeared to have been inflicted by the blood of violence.

The lush scepter said, "Your Excellency, the Tyrannical Blood, you have already obtained one Ancient Heart of Life. Why bother with a second one? That one is enough to make you a peak demigod."

The tyrannical blood swept over everyone, its gaze lingering on Zhou Leng for a moment before looking at the lush scepter.

"That ancient heart of life was born from a demigod spirit master."

Everyone's eyes widened slowly.

It turned out to be fake.

The lush scepter was so angry it almost spat out sap, roaring, "You used the Ancient Heart of Life as bait to lure grandmasters from all walks of life to our Tree People World, just for your Martial Saint Blood Path?"

"What is the problem?"

"The Tree People are our sworn enemies!"

"Oh." Tyrannical Blood casually replied, looking at the four dukes, and said, "We meet again."

The four corners remained calm and silent.

The other five grandmasters averted their gazes, unable to bear looking at the tyrannical blood.

Everyone present was terrified.

They all knew how terrifying the Blood of Tyranny was, but they never expected that ten Grandmasters standing here would be suppressed by him alone.

Its ferocity is unmatched, ranking first in the ten realms below the Martial Saint.

The Blood of Tyranny walked up to the dying Grandmaster Black Dragon.

"Great, tyrannical blood, I offer you the Ancient Heart of Life..." The black dragon hurriedly took out the Ancient Heart of Life from the magic pouch.

The ancient heart of life, encased in amber, was stained blood black by the blood of masters from various races.

The blood of tyranny was received.

"Too late." He stomped on the Black Dragon Master's neck and broke it.

Blood splattered, and Grandmaster Black Dragon groaned before closing his eyes.

With his right hand like a knife, Tyrannical Blood cleaved open the black dragon's chest, grabbed out the still-beating dragon heart, and took a big bite. He chewed it a few times and swallowed it. In no time, he had eaten the entire dragon heart.

Blood covered his mouth, chin, and chest.

He skillfully dissected the black dragon's carcass and collected its blood.

Finally, he picked up the black dragon's magic pouch and tilted it downwards.

Wow…

A large amount of stuff fell to the ground, piling up into a small mountain.

The tyrannical blood picked and chose, taking away some important things, and then stopped picking.

On the ground, there is also a fossilized ancient tree about the size of an arm.

Everyone was surprised.

Even if it's the blood of a tyrant, it wouldn't look down on such a large ancient tree fossil.

Without looking back, Tyrannical Blood walked towards the passage. As he approached the entrance, he said, "It's yours."

Everyone's eyes lit up.

Too arrogant.

The Blood of Tyranny speaks the language of demons, in which "you" and "you all" are the same word.

"Then we won't stand on ceremony. Thank you, esteemed Blood of Tyranny."

The defiled dust lost its life and ancient heart, was seriously injured, and lost everything. Seeing so much stuff, it didn't stand on ceremony and went straight there.

The Bloodthirst suddenly turned around, looking at the Defiled Dust, its eyes gleaming with bloodlust and filled with savagery.

"You dare to steal what I left for Zhou Leng?"

As the savage blood surged forward, everyone only saw a figure flash before their eyes, followed by a loud bang and a huge vertical white shockwave exploded.

The blasphemous dust exploded into pieces, which flew everywhere.

"Demons are indeed unreliable." The Bloodthirst charged alone towards the five Demon Masters.

Everyone instantly understood that the Bloodthirsty One was looking for trouble to kill the Demon Grandmaster.

After all, demons and sirens are allies.

"Retreat!" The Four Corners led the five Demon Grandmasters in a retreat, fighting as they went, and the two sides quickly disappeared into a passage.

(End of this chapter)